In my story Dancer, there is a prophecy. This is it.

The harvest is ripe, but my workers are few.

When Heaven invades Earth, the impossible becomes possible.

Two words, reality sucks.

I’m lost in his glory – giving extravagant praise – I find myself being kissed by heaven.

The best place to capture secrets is when we enter our dream state. The secrets attach themselves like limpets to our souls.

What a worthy work, prayer! Oh, to learn more of how to do it, that we might prevail with God for others!

A College farewell composition…

Message laced dreams, I hope you have some.

He said forgive them Father,for they know not what they do….A Fathers Love.